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You could feel your thoughts growing increasingly vague, coming in shorter sentences, until suddenly you stopped thinking altogether and started running. You ran through the woods, dodging trees and trying not to trip over any convenient branches, but the sound of footsteps mimicking your own made it very difficult to focus on your safety. You were being chased on a cold, early night; the gray fog made it impossible to see far ahead. When you turned around, you could make out something on four legs running after you, probably an animal. A wolf, or a bear; you really had no idea what it was, but you knew it was dangerous.
At one point, you turned around and could make out bright, yellow eyes in the shadow that was rapidly chasing after you. "If it's an animal, it has rabies," you thought. It ran, until it stopped abruptly, and the suddenness made you stop too. The creature began running in circles around you, and you resumed your escape. You could hear the dry leaves crunching; a sound that in another context might have been so relaxing now scared you to the bone. You swiveled your head rapidly from left to right, you could see the figure still running in circles, it looked as if it was getting closer and closer. You kept looking, but you forgot to look ahead and you hit yourself with a tree you forgot to dodge.
Your forehead hit the rough trunk, and the burning of a wound forming began. You felt blood trickle from your head to your eyebrow, dripping a little onto your eye. You rolled over, leaned your back against the tree, and slid to the ground, sitting on the dirt amidst a pile of fallen leaves. Your ragged breathing showed how exhausted you were from running, from having to escape. Your whole life felt like a constant escape from your problems, your thoughts, your emotions. You were tired of this, of running from things that would eventually catch you, and this caught you. You felt tears welling in your eyes, tears of fear for what was to come, but also tears of peace knowing that this fear would soon end. You closed your eyes, threw your head back, and rested it against the tree, breathing for the first time since this nightmare began, until you heard it. The animal moved again; this time you heard it was right in front, coming toward you.
Your eyes shot open, and you saw the figure on all fours approaching, but it didn't look like a wolf, or a bear, or any other species you knew. The fog made it difficult to clearly distinguish what was approaching, but it wasn't an animal, it definitely wasn't an animal. When it was close enough, you could make out limbs: hands and legs similar to a human's, but long, much longer than yours, and a torso twisted like a lollipop. You watched with eyes of disgust and fascination as the creature untangled itself and stood before you, and you could see it clearly. He was too tall, too big; his body blocked your entire field of vision. He wore an old, worn, forgotten white suit with red details, and his face was covered in dry, cracked makeup. You stared at him, mouth agape, unable to say a word and struggling to breathe. He was exactly as your brother had described.
A week ago, your stupid younger brother knocked on your bedroom door, but before you could tell him to come in, he barged right in. He was visibly agitated and trembling.
“What the hell is wrong with you?! You’re soaking my whole floor!” you said, pointing to how his raincoat was drenching your bedroom. Your brother had gone out to play in the rain that evening.
“Someone spoke to me from the bushes!” he screamed, fear in his voice.
“No one fits into a bush, what are you talking about?!”
“I promise you! H-he was a clown, but a really ugly one! He dressed in w-white and red, and he had yellow eyes… H-ee wanted to invite me to a circus, but his face scared me so much that I ran—”
“Circuses aren’t even a thing anymore!” you told him, getting out of your bed. “Get out!” you yelled in his face and pushed him away.
Clearly, you didn't believe him. A clown in a bush harassing him? It was the vivid imagination of a scared child, or so you thought until now, when you had that clown right in front of you.
“What happened? Cat got your tongue?” the creature asked, laughing. You were silent, the astonishment of seeing something like that left you speechless. You didn't know if your heart was beating faster or slower. “Oh, I'm going to get your tongue!” he yelled, getting closer. You could imagine what he was talking about. You looked at his large hands and pictured those long fingers bursting into your mouth, tearing out your tongue, your entire jaw bleeding.
You knew he was capable of it. He looked strong, too strong. With that broad back and shoulders, you knew he could lift you effortlessly and throw you down like a rag doll. It was intimidating; the mere thought made the air come out of your lungs. He looked down at you, and you looked up at him, and he quickly crouched down to your level. You could see saliva dripping from his red, painted lips. He moved closer to your face, and you felt his breath. The clown licked the blood from your wound on your forehead and giggled excitedly. “You look tasty.”
All the color drained from your face; you were pale, white as the creature’s suit. He moved closer to your hair and sniffed, but shook his head in confusion. He moved to your collarbones and sniffed again, but stopped and, with a swift movement, turned his head toward you. You heard his bells jingle, and his face showed confusion only a non-human creature would have. He was still drooling on your chest, but he spoke. “I smell your fear, but… I smell something else. I smell something new. And the smell…” He continued sniffing you as he lowered his head. He sniffed your entire body until he reached your lower stomach, near your crotch. “It’s coming from here.”
His gloved hand pressed against your crotch, and you squirmed. “This smells different… I smell heat.” He looked at you with pure confusion, genuinely curious to know that part of your body. “What are you hiding here?” he asked, and in one swift motion, he ripped off your bottoms and panties. He looked at your slit, and you could have sworn his yellow eyes gleamed slightly. He opened his mouth in surprise, like a thirsty man seeing water for the first time, and let his saliva, mixed with blood, drip onto your heat.
It was hot, wet, and throbbing. It was dripping a little. The sight of your organ pulsating, fluid-filled, so fleshy, awakened all his hunger. He was used to seeing organs, but this was his first time seeing this one.
“I want to taste it,” he added, and your eyes widened. You didn’t know what he meant by that. Perhaps he would bite between your legs like a shark and tear it off, leaving you with a hole. The image made you tremble. He gripped your thighs; his hands were large enough to easily wrap them, and he pulled you toward him forcefully.
"W-wait... it's s-sensitive…" you said, hoping he wouldn't hurt you. He looked at you without speaking; you thought he understood, but suddenly he bit your right thigh. He sank his teeth in deep enough to reach your flesh and draw blood, but he didn't tear off a piece; he sucked the blood. You threw your head back in pain, but the sensation of him sucking your wound wasn't actually bad; you had never felt anything like it.
When he pulled back, he saw your face contorted with pain and despair. That was the reaction his perverse mind wanted. "It tastes good. I want to try what comes out of here," he said, and positioned his head between your legs. He opened his mouth, and slowly emerged a tongue similar to a human one, but longer and with a slightly pointed tip. It was much longer. He licked the outside of your slit, and you trembled. With one of his hands, covered by his circus glove, he opened your folds with a strange delicacy, curious about what was inside. He took a closer look, analyzing your wet organ, and pulled back the hood of your clit. He licked it too, not knowing what it was, and you moaned. “Those aren’t the sounds I usually get,” he said, in awe, drooling and looking starved.
His tongue now went completely inside you, and you gripped the ground beneath you, searching for some kind of support. It wasn’t just long, it was thick; it felt as if it could shape-shift inside you. And, surprisingly, it felt amazing, it stung a little; it was wet and hot, and it was exploring you aggressively. It was so long it reached depths a human tongue could never reach, but whatever was eating you out wasn't human. It twisted inside you, easily reaching the spot that made you scream with pleasure. Instinctively, your hand moved to its head, grabbing its hair. You touched it gently, but with one of its claws it scratched your arm, drawing blood, letting you know you weren't in control. Don't touch it; it doesn't want to satisfy you, it wants to satisfy its curiosity.
You looked between your legs as you moaned. Its eyes didn't close, it didn't blink; it was looking directly at you as it ate you out, probably trying to gauge your reactions. It was too intimate… or too intimidating. Your eyes traveled to your stomach, and you could see the bulge its tongue was making. You touched where it was and moaned louder. “God… that's you.” It growled.
At one point, he took out his tongue from inside you, and you whined at the feeling of emptiness. He was still drooling, this time more than before, and his pupils were more dilated. He sniffed you again and growled, making his bells jingle. “This scent is driving me crazy, I can’t figure it out… it’s coming from down here.” He slapped your slit with a teasing force, the sensation of the fabric brushing against your sensitive heat making you whimper. “The answer must be in here… I just have to reach it” he giggled, and inserted two thick fingers inside you.
The sudden intrusion made you squirm, but he held you by the hip. “Oooh… I think I’m reaching something,” he laughed, drooling. He was fingering you quickly, with a sloppy rhythm, seemingly unsure of what he was doing, but you couldn’t help moaning. After all, you were getting fingered, and it felt good. You couldn’t believe it, but you were going to cum on his hand. First his tongue, now his fingers. Even if you didn’t want to, your body liked it, and he didn’t understand how. You gripped his arm to slow him down, and although he did let you touch him this time, his movements remained rapid. You soon came in his hand with a loud moan. He didn’t notice, so he kept pumping his fingers until he got bored, overstimulating you until your legs trembled and threatened to close.
When he pulled his fingers out, he looked at them. Wet, dripping down to his wrist, and you looked destroyed, the strange orgasm hitting you like a wave. He put his fingers in his mouth and licked them with a smile. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself. If you come with me, you could feel this every day.” he said with surprising kindness. The change in his attitude didn’t bode well; he definitely wanted to lure you in. You shook your head. His smile vanished, and one of his eyes wandered to the side. He looked funny.
He placed his hand on one of your breasts and squeezed. You whined.
“Is this where the human heart is?” he asked, looking at you.
You took his hand and moved it to the center of your chest. “No, it’s here.”
“I’ve always wanted to try one,” he replied, and the last thing you saw was his mouth opening wide, multiple rows of teeth emerging, and a sharp bite on your chest. You closed your eyes one last time.